The $302 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Six
Shark America Four
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 175
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle--Show Them Damnation
Today's Code is "...marching on".
My life is sometimes like singing to the deaf; my life is sometimes like showing beauty to the blind; and so it is we march on, leaving my remarkably perfect advance documentation of the Japan quake behind, unheard of and unlooked upon, nothing to show the power of God visited Japan but wreckage, bodies and seeping radiation.
Let's continue this story of the Death of This Earth and what it means to the Soul of Humankind.
There was a battle which by a stroke of luck I missed in Vietnam, and because i missed it I am here to tell you about it, because in that battle Americans were slaughtered like pigs at a country barbeque.
They were marching along as we are marching today, signs and warnings were on the President's desk then, as there are today, sighs of mournful parents could be heard across America, as they can be heard today.
No, marching is too flamboyant a word for what they were doing; trudging, sweating, their brains cooking in there steel pots, their balls itching from the dirt and insects of three days on patrol, their minds wondering if this lush, hot green place was not in fact Hell; marching, no; not marching.
There were four platoons in the company. In the last platoon was the army captain in command and the heavy weapons, the mortars and the machineguns; in the first three platoons were the riflemen packing their brand new M16s and wishing they were packing their trusty old M-14s. They might as well have been packing slingshots, the difference it would have made.
The trail the company was following was the only trail around, and why it was following that clearly marked trail to death, making of the Grunts free meat on a burner, is a reminder of how stupid Americas commanders are; but following it they were; and they came upon a sudden steep downward incline in the trail, and man by man they trudged on down it, watching their step lest they fall on their asses or their faces; and one by one the long line of dead-men-walking reached the bottom of the incline and followed the trail onward as it turned and bent, so from the captain's view, from the view of the foolish captain they had so entrusted themselves to, or been entrusted to by another fool in the same White House which today is occupied by a fool...the captain could not see one of them, so thick was the jungle canopy above them.
Before the fourth and final platoon, the weapons platoon, the captain's platoon, could enter the decline of the trail, enter the slaughter waiting to play out like writing on the wall of the jungle cavern below, the first pops were heard.
Pop. Pop. Space. Pop. Pop. Pop. Space. Pot, pop, pop, pop, pop, and then the popping became a roaring in which individual muzzle blasts could not be heard.
Of the approximately 90 men who had made it awkwardly down the incline, about 80 were dead within 15 minutes, and the enemy was free to go around killing the wounded, no incoming fire coming from the weapons platoon out of fear of hitting Americans, who presumably were still alive.
The enemy took cigarettes and food from the American dead, and hand grenades, but left the fabled M-16s behind.
Later the army captain would tell us members of the press: Yes, we lost 87 but he killed 450 enemy; but a survivor, one who played dead well enough not to be shot in the head, said he saw no enemy, saw only the twigs around him being snapped by bullets; and estimated that at the most...at the most...at the most the enemy had lost three.
Captain, 450; survivor, three. There in a nutshell filled with American blood could be seen the fatal weakness of the United States of America.
Down to Saigon went the army captain's number, and in Saigon army intelligence erased another 450 men off the enemy's estimated strength, and from battlefields all over Vietnam, company commanders, needing dead enemy for advancement up the ladder to hopefully, hopefully, hopefully the cherished rank of general, fudged the numbers, fudged the numbers, fudged the numbers; and the enemy's estimated strength seemed to grow weaker and weaker to the intelligence boys in Saigon.
Then history took a bite out of America's ass. The Tet Offensive came along and all those dead enemy turned out not to be very dead at all.
What is America's greatest weakness? Time and time again, what is America's greatest weakness? America lies to itself and believes its own lies.
Contact Virgil Kret at Icnews360@aol.com.
Legal Defense, Survival & Presidential Campaign Fund:
Virgil Kret
I.C. News
P.O. Box 43
Morro Bay, CA 93443
USA
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
His cry of misery will be heard around the world; then the chorus will sing "Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!"
George W. Bush is a perfect storm of stupidity, dishonesty and vanity.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
Shark America Four
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 175
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle--Show Them Damnation
Today's Code is "...marching on".
My life is sometimes like singing to the deaf; my life is sometimes like showing beauty to the blind; and so it is we march on, leaving my remarkably perfect advance documentation of the Japan quake behind, unheard of and unlooked upon, nothing to show the power of God visited Japan but wreckage, bodies and seeping radiation.
Let's continue this story of the Death of This Earth and what it means to the Soul of Humankind.
There was a battle which by a stroke of luck I missed in Vietnam, and because i missed it I am here to tell you about it, because in that battle Americans were slaughtered like pigs at a country barbeque.
They were marching along as we are marching today, signs and warnings were on the President's desk then, as there are today, sighs of mournful parents could be heard across America, as they can be heard today.
No, marching is too flamboyant a word for what they were doing; trudging, sweating, their brains cooking in there steel pots, their balls itching from the dirt and insects of three days on patrol, their minds wondering if this lush, hot green place was not in fact Hell; marching, no; not marching.
There were four platoons in the company. In the last platoon was the army captain in command and the heavy weapons, the mortars and the machineguns; in the first three platoons were the riflemen packing their brand new M16s and wishing they were packing their trusty old M-14s. They might as well have been packing slingshots, the difference it would have made.
The trail the company was following was the only trail around, and why it was following that clearly marked trail to death, making of the Grunts free meat on a burner, is a reminder of how stupid Americas commanders are; but following it they were; and they came upon a sudden steep downward incline in the trail, and man by man they trudged on down it, watching their step lest they fall on their asses or their faces; and one by one the long line of dead-men-walking reached the bottom of the incline and followed the trail onward as it turned and bent, so from the captain's view, from the view of the foolish captain they had so entrusted themselves to, or been entrusted to by another fool in the same White House which today is occupied by a fool...the captain could not see one of them, so thick was the jungle canopy above them.
Before the fourth and final platoon, the weapons platoon, the captain's platoon, could enter the decline of the trail, enter the slaughter waiting to play out like writing on the wall of the jungle cavern below, the first pops were heard.
Pop. Pop. Space. Pop. Pop. Pop. Space. Pot, pop, pop, pop, pop, and then the popping became a roaring in which individual muzzle blasts could not be heard.
Of the approximately 90 men who had made it awkwardly down the incline, about 80 were dead within 15 minutes, and the enemy was free to go around killing the wounded, no incoming fire coming from the weapons platoon out of fear of hitting Americans, who presumably were still alive.
The enemy took cigarettes and food from the American dead, and hand grenades, but left the fabled M-16s behind.
Later the army captain would tell us members of the press: Yes, we lost 87 but he killed 450 enemy; but a survivor, one who played dead well enough not to be shot in the head, said he saw no enemy, saw only the twigs around him being snapped by bullets; and estimated that at the most...at the most...at the most the enemy had lost three.
Captain, 450; survivor, three. There in a nutshell filled with American blood could be seen the fatal weakness of the United States of America.
Down to Saigon went the army captain's number, and in Saigon army intelligence erased another 450 men off the enemy's estimated strength, and from battlefields all over Vietnam, company commanders, needing dead enemy for advancement up the ladder to hopefully, hopefully, hopefully the cherished rank of general, fudged the numbers, fudged the numbers, fudged the numbers; and the enemy's estimated strength seemed to grow weaker and weaker to the intelligence boys in Saigon.
Then history took a bite out of America's ass. The Tet Offensive came along and all those dead enemy turned out not to be very dead at all.
What is America's greatest weakness? Time and time again, what is America's greatest weakness? America lies to itself and believes its own lies.
Contact Virgil Kret at Icnews360@aol.com.
Legal Defense, Survival & Presidential Campaign Fund:
Virgil Kret
I.C. News
P.O. Box 43
Morro Bay, CA 93443
USA
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
His cry of misery will be heard around the world; then the chorus will sing "Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!"
George W. Bush is a perfect storm of stupidity, dishonesty and vanity.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
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